bob baker has zero real life application skills (uncast) wrote in willowbrookrpg, @ 2014-03-15 18:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, bailey kim, day: december 06, player: liv, player: max, robert baker |
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Who: Robert Baker + Bailey Kim
What: Bob (accidentally) goes for a bit of a splash.
When: Afternoon of Friday, 2013 December 6. Say after classes?
Where: Outside the Recreation Center, the pool area.
Rating: PG
Status: Finished.
It was beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
"A little bit to the left!"
It was also beginning to look a lot like rain.
Which was sort of why Bob and his teammate were trying to hurry up with getting the decorations for the outside of the recreational center set. About one-third of its front was already laden with Christmas lights but they still had a couple of spun wires to go. The one doing the installation was a levitator, buoyed by his own expertise, and Bob was there to tell him if the spacing between the strands of lights were looking balanced.
"That, that's it!"
"You really think they're going to force us to report tomorrow if we don't get this done?" his teammate asked him over the wind, putting the end of the wire in place with some adhesives they'd brought along, floating around him. "I gotta go back to Texas, my sister's giving birth."
"I'm sure they'll excuse you," Bob said, stepping a little to his left when his companion summoned another roll of Christmas lights to unravel itself onto the roof. "This school can't be that heartless."
"I like your faith in humanity, Bob," he said, laughing (to which Bob smiled uncertainly). "We're hoping it'll be a female pyrokinetic. Then we'll name it Katniss. Get that?" He looked over his shoulder with a beam. "The girl on fire!"
"That's brilliant," Bob responded diplomatically with his own laughter, watching his teammate work. "No, no, that's too far to the left, a little to the right..." He was moving back, hands in his hoodie, unable to see the task clearly given his height disadvantage and the man blocking his view. Somewhere at the back of his head, he wondered how much longer they had until the first drops of rain came but the skies were growing steadily depressing. "A little more, just a little..." He stopped, gauging...then stepped quickly to the left, leaning over his friend's side. "I can't see it--"
"Bob!!"
He couldn't even yelp -- or couldn't remember to yelp, that is -- when the ground disappeared from his feet and he crashed into the pool with a massive, roaring splash!! He'd flailed his arms out, trying to recover his bearings but more than wondering who the hell moved the pool towards him, the water was absolutely freezing. The cold bit into his skin, through his layers, choked him, and when he surfaced to gasp for air, the wind slapped him hard on his face. What a very friendly planet.
It took him some time to find his wet ground and recover his height and by then, his teammate was already laughing, floating in mid-air, clutching his abdomen. Bob raked his curly locks off his face and wiped the excess water off it. To no avail, he was still soaked, still dripping. He coughed a bit and raked his hair back again, trying to figure out what he ought to be doing next.
"Bob," his friend coughed, laughing still, "Are you okay?"
"Do I bloody well look okay?" Bob called back and the man laughed on. He started to wade towards the drier ground. "Stop laughing if you don't want me to drop you from up there!" For the shock and the panic had loosed his mutation, and now he could see his friend's mutation in his hidden eye and cancel it out if he so wished.